The handoff between Kane and Daisy went flawlessly. While Kane accepted instructions from Daman, guiding him to the next target, Daisy deposited "target four" at the dry cleaners, securing the training agent to some sort of clothing rack solidly mounted on a cinder block wall for safe keeping. I was practically bouncing- maybe literally- to see what would happen next.

　　"Daman, last call. Am I ok to get started?" Daisy asked, and I grudgingly noted that Daman seemed to be the guy calling the shots even though Kane was the de facto leader- at least, that`s how Daisy had described him. And then Daman glanced up at Kalak who nodded once, earning a heavy sigh from the former.

　　"Go ahead, Daisy."

　　Daman was tracking Kane`s progress towards "target six", the surveillance feeds eating up most of his screen space, but in the bottom right corner, the video feed from the camera above the dry cleaners showed Daisy step out onto the sidewalk, take a deep breath, and extend her arms out, palms up. She started to spin slowly in a counterclockwise direction, her face turned upwards, eyes closed, a small smile the only part of her expression not completely relaxed. Her rotation slowed, gradually coming to a standstill, angling her palms forward before resuming her twirling in the opposite direction. Her palms flicked downward, and she paused her spinning, returning to a counterclockwise rotation.

　　The next time she stopped, Daisy dropped her arms and let her head lull forward. Nothing happened, at least, nothing I could see anyway. It was admittedly disappointing.

　　"Alright. I think that should get things started," Daisy`s voice declared through my earpiece. "I might need to do some touch-ups in a bit."

　　"Don`t over-exert yourself, Daisy," Kalak warned. "We still need you in fighting form."

　　"I`ve been training for this," Daisy assured him. "If I get too lightheaded, I`ll stop."

　　"You packed your water bottle, right?"

　　"Always. But that`s for-"

　　"It`s more important to keep you on your feet than to preserve that bottle for a hypothetical scenario," Kalak cut her off. "If you start feeling dizzy, either drink the water and refill the bottle or use it as intended, and I`ll get you out of there."

　　"Such a worrier," Daisy teased, but the affection between them was obvious. "I`ll be careful. I know my limits."

　　"Daisy, I`m going to send you after target three," Daman changed the subject. "Kane ran right past him on his way to six, but you can bring them in together. Turn left. Take the third right at 16th street."

　　"Understood."

　　"Kane, take your next left. Target six is leading you on a wild goose chase. There, stop! That shop& what is that, a lounge?"

　　"That`s what the sign says," Kane confirmed, his reply calm and even- not the rhythm of someone who`d been running for the last twenty minutes or more. "There`s going to be a lot of people in there. Alternate entrances?"

　　"I`m already on it," Daman said, and indeed, he was rapidly clicking through a series of street photos from the surrounding area. "Back door. By the dumpsters. See the alley to the& right of the pawn shop next door?"

　　"Yup. Through there, hang a left, can`t miss it?" Kane`s voice sounded like he was grinning.Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

　　"If you hurry, he might just meet you there," Daman smirked. "I`ve got a visual: internal security camera. Yup, he just walked into the kitchen. Move, Kane! He`s making a break for that door."

　　"I see him," Kane informed, and while the sounds of another arrest took place, Daman switched tabs to check on Daisy`s progress.

　　"Daisy, you`re doing great. Next left. Yup. Take the right fork."

　　"It`s getting kinda& chilly and windy& over here," Daisy said between quick gasps for air. "Things are working& I think!"

　　"Daisy, he`s right in front of you," Daman warned. "Right around the corner on your left. Gun! He`s got a gun!"

　　"He must`ve& seen me coming."

　　"Duck into the coffee shop. We don`t need any civilian interference."

　　"Agreed. Even in training& don`t need to& freak& people out." A yellow dot on the screen entered a small box, indicating that Daisy had entered the shop.

　　"Good morning," a cheery female voice sounded through the comms. "It`s a nice morning for a run! Is there anything I can get for you? Coffee? Or a bagel perhaps?"

　　"Um&." Daisy faltered, her breath still a little ragged.

　　"Bathroom," Daman instructed.

　　"May I use your& restroom?"

　　"Certainly. Over there, down the hall, door on the right."

　　"Thanks," Daisy excused herself, the little yellow dot following the instructions given by the barista.

　　"Is there a door straight ahead?" Daman asked.

　　"Employees only," Daisy laughed.

　　"Congratulations. You`ve just been hired," Daman retorted, and the yellow dot continued straight instead of entering the bathroom. "Tell me what you see."

　　"Not much. Looks like a storage room: refrigerator, shelving full of coffee beans&. Oh! I found a door. I`ll just-"

　　"Stop! Daisy, don`t move. Do not open that door. In fact, back up," Daman warned, his eyes darting between a series of camera angles. "I don`t have a visual. Tracking software has him pinged somewhere behind the shop. There`s nowhere to go back there, but it`s a killbox. And there`s a blind spot. I think target three might have led you into a trap."

　　"Oran, it sounds like you`re up again," Kane encouraged like a little bird chirping directly into my ear.

　　"Me?" I blinked with surprise. "I& sure." I rushed back to my seat, quickly yanking the mask over my face and finding my hand mirror, ignoring the fact that I still hadn`t bounced all the way back from my last foray into the light network.

　　It was easier, at least. This time, I knew where I was looking, and I had two recognizable faces to search for. Five seconds later, I had a faded, warped visual of Daisy through a glass coffee pot. "Hi, Daisy," I sing-songed, letting her know I`d found her before seeking nearby surfaces to explore, looking for the missing target. My vantage point came in the form of a car window. "Ah! He`s got his gun trained on the exit from around a stack of crates," I contributed casually, trying not to sound like the gleeful eight-year-old I felt like.

　　"I`ll go back around," Daisy said.

　　"No, wait!" I surprised even myself with my sudden vehemence. "I think he`s getting suspicious that you haven`t come out yet. He`s on the move again. He`s& leaving the alleyway."

　　"The cameras have picked him up again," Daman confirmed, and I took that as my cue to set the mirror back down& for now. "Daisy, quietly, follow him out."

　　"Ok."

　　For a few tense moments, the little yellow dot crept forward, exiting the box that was the coffee shop and entering the narrow alleyway, its progress slow and methodical.

　　"Freeze!" Daisy shouted. "Hands where I can see them!"

　　No longer pretending to not be looking over his shoulder, I greedily gazed at Daman`s screen in time to watch Daisy handcuff target three, and the room released a collective sigh of relief.

　　"Thank you, Ghost," Daisy said, a mild mischief modifying her pitch and making me grin.

　　"You got him?!" Kane sought confirmation.

　　"We got him."

　　"Guys, we`ve still got three more targets," Daman spoiled the mood. "Move!"